Chapter 17: Supposedly

I am now inside the guest room. I insisted on sleeping with Ameline but she said that she snores a lot. I leaned on the heading of the bed and hugged the soft pillow.

The sound of silence inside this room is deafening. The whole white pain of the wall made me see an imaginary portrait of my husband with Samantha.

It was late when I knew that Sam was not just an ordinary woman to whom my husband was having an affair with. For sure, she came before me. For sure she's the one that my husband wants to marry and to be with until he would be spitting out his last breath.

I touched my face and forced myself to smile even though it was very hard. I was successful to smile but it was not made because of joy but because of self-pity and pain.

I lay down in an indolent manner. I looked up to the ceiling. The juxtaposition of my dreams and what came to happen didn't fit with each other. The road from my life a couple of years back then to my life now is far from the prospects I set.

I twirl h